Category Archives: Bleach Hentai Stories

It couldn’t have been a better day to relax outdoors. The sun shone brightly, birds chirped from their perch high in the trees. Fluffy white clouds roamed in patches across the sky; a gentle breeze giving the hot day its cool touch. Indeed it was a day to enjoy.

For Yoruichi, the day was too good to pass up. Initially, she had thought about teasing her beloved Ichigo; wanting to see just how much she could get to him today. She was getting closer to having him; she could feel it!

But, the day was just too damn nice to spend it that way. She probably wouldn’t succeed anyways. Ichigo was a a rude and crude prude! That was a good way of putting it. She’d been so nice and giving as to invite him to her; allowing him to demonstrate any sexual desires whatsoever. And yet, like a true innocent virgin, he refused. She couldn’t phantom why. She wasn’t bad looking, was she?

After Coming to Karakura Town To Fight The Arrancar Rangiku stayed at orihimes house where she discovered the she was feeling upset about how much rukia had helping ichigo she wanted to be able to help him to she talks to rangiku while she is in the shower she then starts to cry and looks up and sees rangiku still naked and drenched in water rangiku then hugs her and tickles her she then falls down with rangiku on her hands and knees rangiku begins talking and orihime then looks down and sees rangikus large breasts and and she cant help but dream about sucking on them she then starts crying while listening to what rangiku is saying they then sit up and orihime lays her head on rangikus breast once again dreaming about them and wants to suck on them for real but keeps telling herself not to she eventually she gives in and begins licking them which shocks rangiku she then stops realizing what she has done she and runs up to her room rangiku then goes up to her room to talk to her and tells her that she is not mad orihime starts crying again and rangiku goes over to her and kisses her and saying that she returns her feelings they both take there shirts of and suck on each others nipples

“Yoruichi, what are you doing here?” Ichigo asked, his brow twitched in annoyance as he stared at her in his window. She seemed to have been there for a while, watching him sleep. Of all the stalkerish things to do. Though, he really couldn’t mock her. He had observed her more than a few times when she stole naps after a heavy sparring session. It wasn’t a bad thing.

“I’m sorry.” The Goddess smirked, her voice holding no intent of real apology. What else had he expected? Her dark form settled in, leaving the window half open. She crawled up over him, seductively so. Golden eyes were a lit with the little moonlight that was streaming in from his window.

‘Not this again…’ The teen thought irritably but not honestly. She had been showing up at his place for months now; allowing them to revel in the pleasure of being joined intimately. Ichigo found it somewhat endearing that she had only been wanting him. He’d noticed this but a week ago when Kisuke mentioned her ‘dull’ attitude toward him over the few months the orange haired reaper had been having an affair with her. He was never sure of Kisuke’s relationship with the Flash Goddess, but from what she said, things were really over between them, and Yoruichi just loafed off of him for home-stay.

“Yoruichi, what are you doing here?” Ichigo asked, his brow twitched in annoyance as he stared at her in his window. She seemed to have been there for a while, watching him sleep. Of all the stalkerish things to do. Though, he really couldn’t mock her. He had observed her more than a few times when she stole naps after a heavy sparring session. It wasn’t a bad thing.

“I’m sorry.” The Goddess smirked, her voice holding no intent of real apology. What else had he expected? Her dark form settled in, leaving the window half open. She crawled up over him, seductively so. Golden eyes were a lit with the little moonlight that was streaming in from his window.

‘Not this again…’ The teen thought irritably but not honestly. She had been showing up at his place for months now; allowing them to revel in the pleasure of being joined intimately. Ichigo found it somewhat endearing that she had only been wanting him. He’d noticed this but a week ago when Kisuke mentioned her ‘dull’ attitude toward him over the few months the orange haired reaper had been having an affair with her. He was never sure of Kisuke’s relationship with the Flash Goddess, but from what she said, things were really over between them, and Yoruichi just loafed off of him for home-stay.

Rangiku Matsumoto was sitting on a comfy, bright red armchair, her legs propped up on the desk in front of her, the latest copy of Cosmopolitan magazine open on her legs. She wasn’t really interested in what the magazine had to say; she’d already read the Bedside Astrologer, and that was really the only thing the magazine had going for it. She absently wound a piece of her long, strawberry blonde hair around a finger, chewing lazily on her minty gum.

Her bright blue eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall. Geez…it was already almost five. Where were the others already? They were supposed to be having a meeting soon, after all. With a soft sigh, she flipped the magazine shut and threw it on the desk. Her colleagues would be here soon; they had to be. With Nanao Ise as their taskmaster, who could ever be late? Propping herself up on the edge of the chair, she picked up a tube of strawberry scented lip gloss off the desk and applied some to her full lips.

As Lieutenant Schiffer (at one point Ulquiorra Schiffer, the Fourth Espada, but that almost felt like another lifetime ago) placed the final form on the towering stack that comprised his day’s work, he turned to gaze at the full in-tray at the desk opposite his, taking a moment to appreciate the very beautiful woman who was currently fast asleep there, her head resting on the same desk. A smile crept across his face as he quietly called out in an attempt to wake her.

“Neliel?”

She shifted slightly, muttered something incomprehensible while gesturing vaguely with her right hand, and then proceeded to sink into an even deeper slumber. Shaking his head, Ulquiorra walked over and collected the neglected paperwork, careful not to disturb her as he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple, the hand not occupied with paperwork coming down to stroke her vivid green bangs out of her face. She murmured in her sleep once more, before appearing to snuggle up to a copy of the SWA’s latest newsletter. Leaving her to her sleep, he returned to his desk and his unofficial duty – doing Captain Neliel Tu Oderschvank’s paperwork.

Kuchiki Rukia stood in mid air watching the teen human boy that she had been obsessing with for so long, she doesn’t know exactly how long she has been watching the boy, but she knows that it has been longer than she was allowed in the human world, she was only allowed in the world for a month and a half, but she knows that it has been longer than that, maybe 3 months.

The humans name was Kurosaki Ichigo, he was a 15 year old human boy who went to high school, and Rukia was a Shinigami of the court guard squads, she had no idea why she has been effectuated with this man.

She came to this world on a mission to destroy hollows, but when she defeated a hollow attacking the spirit of a young girl, she saw said spirit hiding behind a young man who looked a lot like the man she had loved and killed (I can’t remember his name right now) but with bright orange hair, she followed him around to see if it was her former vice-captain, but it wasn’t, but she couldn’t stop watching him, she followed him everywhere, at school, at home, when he was with friends, everywhere he was, she was there, except when there was a hollow attack, she had learned a lot about him, he was named Ichigo Kurosaki, so she called him Strawberry beer (Cause Ichigo means strawberry, and Sake is basically Japanese beer)

It was a Friday night and, as usual, Death and the Strawberry was packed. With clientele that ranged from the unranked officers to the Captain-Commander himself, almost all of whom looked to be here, Yoruichi was feeling decidedly smug. Of course, she had plenty of other reasons to feel that same sense of accomplishment. For one thing, when she’d quoted the profit figures for the club to the Shihouns at a family gathering that morning, she’d had the pleasure of seeing their collective jaws drop. Somehow, she didn’t think they’d be complaining about her ‘sordid establishment’ anymore. In addition to this, she had also recently had the pleasure of catching Soi Fon in the act of admiring Grimmjow as he drilled several of the seated officers in swordplay. Despite constant protests to the effect that she was just “ensuring he was using correct techniques”, the blush that had arisen and Yoruichi’s own dirty mind put paid to that explanation. Besides, Yoruichi had examined a subordinate’s technique many times in her career as a captain, and she was pretty sure her eyes had never glazed over with lust the way Soi Fon’s had.

Crack; crackle where the only sounds to be heard as the lasts bits of Ichigo’s mask fell off his face and down to the floor. He looked up at the destruction caused by the final battle against Aizen. It was a long, fierce battle that caused the death of hundreds of people. As Ichigo stammered on he came across the corpses of the people he held closest, there among the rubble lay his friends dead nothing else could be done for them he had failed them, lost everything dear to him to be left alone, stuck in this world never to experience happiness and joy only to be left alone to wonder on until his death.

He walk on, no expression visible on his face as he looked from face to face looking at all the people he once knew friend or foe, they were all dead never to be hit by Rukia or get in a fight with Renji, get scolded by Ishida or receive that beautiful smile from Inoue. There in the distance even the strongest captains lay in defeat Zaraki even Byakuya even the general commander all dead. Ichigo continued walking, hollow after hollow laid slain shinigami after shinigami next to them blood everywhere. All alone that’s how Ichigo felt no one left just him he didn’t even feel like going home to his family he didn’t feel worth anything how could he face them again knowing that he failed all those people he let all of them die he worth nothing no nothing was worth more than him. He fell to the ground didn’t even bother getting up maybe now he would die and be released from this heartache. His eyes slid closed ‘maybe now I won’t feel’ he thought when something white hit his eyes.

Rukia’s black eyes followed every breath Ichigo took as she slowly made her way back to his side. She knelt behind him again and lightly traced the dragon on his shoulder, “I’m sorry I had to leave you, but I didn’t want an audience for what we’re about to do.”

Ichigo shivered from her touch and her words, “Will you release me, aijin? I have been dying to touch you.”

“Not yet, atsusa, I enjoy having you at my mercy like this. Just a bit longer and, if you’re a good boy, I might release you.” Rukia ducked under his arms and stood, once more between him and the wall. She could wait no longer-she had to feel his lips once more. Rukia leaned down and put her hands on his shoulders as she pressed her lips lightly to his. Ichigo let her take the lead; he knew she wanted him to subjugate to her for now. Even so, he couldn’t help himself-he enjoyed the feel of her touch so much that he gently ran his tongue across her lips, begging for entrance. She parted them slightly and he slipped inside her mouth. Rukia moaned at the feel of his talented tongue caressing her own as all of her hard won-and legendary-Kuchiki control was lost to his sensual prowess. She fisted her hands in his fiery hair and deepened the kiss.